Charles Garcia - Split Stone

Split Stone

In the garden lies a stone, how it got there no one knows as all

to enjoy as the stone represents strength and honor, its beauty

to unfold, as the daisies, poppies and more, cling to the surrounding

soil. waiting for the birds, bees perhaps a dog, all to enjoy, the

beauty of the stone. for the stone does not cry, but filled with tears,
as it lies patiently thoughtout the night.

The morning dew fresh on three sides, for the insects and the birds
to peck as to their desire, this is life anew every morning watch and see, .

As no one seems to pays attention to the stone, its splendor,
representation of strength and more. for the stone never gives up,
never asks for more. If the stone could talk: what would it say?

Having seen the stone once more, should remind us that there is so much
to appreciate, for the split stone is really whole.


©2004 Charles Garcia

Charles Garcia

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